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Smoke dances around me, clouding the room in a mystic breath, it hangs from my lips like the veil that sits upon a bride’s jeweled head, it flows through the air with nimble grace only to vanish into space, ascending to the heavens where I can never reach, it’s only lasting trace sits heavily beneath my teeth, a sweet but acrid kiss that escapes in breathless fear, rotting flowers fill my lungs with their dying drear, constricting my voice with lasting vice, till I’m choking up petals of addictive bliss.
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Mystic Breath
Smoke dances around me, clouding the room in a mystic breath, it hangs from my lips like the veil that sits upon a bride’s jeweled head, it flows through the air with nimble grace only to vanish into space, ascending to the heavens where I can never reach, it’s only lasting trace sits heavily beneath my teeth, a sweet but acrid kiss that escapes in breathless fear, rotting flowers fill my lungs with their dying drear, constricting my voice with lasting vice, till I’m choking up petals of addictive bliss.
Late night thoughts...
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19/F/Toronto
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
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